So I watched the Pink Panther last night, and so I'm trying desperately to be funny, and then it's just not working out so good... I wonder if maybe I could've been a comedian or something like that, or maybe I could've been a doctor, then I wouldn't have to make anyone laugh.

Oh! We already, we done already done it, done it, dammit! I could you know, like, sing a thing, and then not sing it for a little while, and then sing it again... and people would be like, "Why'd he sing that again?"

Before "Halloween", Live at Luther College

Our good friend LeRoi Moore passed on and gave up his ghost today, and we will miss him forever.

There's often a lot of stupid ideas like "you all dress as fruits and pretend you're selling underpants" or "we'll put you on a bed of nails and drive a truck over the top and photograph you" for the cover.

Being a physicist, my father was a great believer in progress, but he also loved nature. He was a photographer, and outside of taking the occasional family photographs, all he did was photograph nature. He loved birds. That meant a lot to me growing up. Healthy progress also means we have to be concerned for the environment. That may have something to do with what I believe about farming.

That's the magic of this band: shooting from the hip. The lights have to follow our cues, because we're not going to follow their cues. We're not going to stick to a song the way it's supposed to be. Everything is up to us. That's music to me. That's American music. We're an American band.

He wakes up in the morningDoes his teeth, bite to eat and he's rollingNever changes a thing.The week ends the week beginsShe thinks, we look at each otherWondering what the other is thinkingBut we never say a thingThese crimes between us grow deeper.

See you and me, have a better time than most can dream.Have it better than the best, so we can pull on through.Whatever tears at us... whatever holds us down,And if nothing can be done, well make the best of whats around.

The Best Of What's Around

Turns out not where, but who you're with, that really matters.

The Best Of What's Around

I don't understand at best,I cannot speak for all the rest.But you may find a lifetime's passed you by.Every dog has its day, every day has its wayOf being forgotten.

Now let's make this an eveningLovers for a night, lovers for tonight.Stay here with me, love, tonight.Just for an eveningWhen we makeOur passion pictures.You and me twist up,Secret creatures.And we'll stay here.Tomorrow go back to being friends.

And as you go I will spread my wings.Yes, I will call this home.I have no time to justify to you,Fool, you're blind, move aside for me.All I can say to you my new neighbor,You must move on or I will bury you.

We were walkingJust the other day.It was so hot outside,You could fry an egg.Remember you were talking,I watched as sweat ran down your face.Reached up and I caught it at your chin,Licked my fingertips.

There’s an emptiness inside herAnd she’d do anything to fill it in.And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now,It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart.She feels like kicking out all the windows,And setting fire to this life.She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright,But all the colors mix together - to grey.

Grey Street

Excuse me please one more drink.Could make it strong cause I don’t need to thinkShe broke my heart, my Grace is gone.One more drink and I’ll move on.One more drink and I’ll be gone.